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Weyrwoman
Leianna of Gold Fahith
Weyrleader
TBD
Junior Weyrwoman
Karisanna of Gold Saharath
Junior Weyrleader
-TBA-
Wherwoman
Zsalya of Gold Zsalysk
Weyrling Master
Ashalynn of Brown Korilth
Assistant-TBD
Karisanna of Gold Saharath
J'rogn of Bronze Haboth - assistant
Wherling Master
Mafalda of Brown Mafaldask
Conyr of Green Conyrsk - assistant
Candidate Master
TBD
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As much as Favario enjoyed traveling with his sister-- and really, he did-- he felt it was time for a change. Perhaps it was how strung out he was feeling, and how comfortable the weyr was in their brief stay here with the traders. Perhaps it was just boredom, strangely enough, with constant change. Whatever it was, it was just a nagging feeling-- and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to give up his wandering ways.
Thus, he had stayed behind at the weyr, with his sister, for a few days. She didn't have his patience, however, and wanted badly to get back to the Caravan: she was still being paid as a guard, even if he was not, and she liked the feel of the ground beneath her feet almost constantly. Thus, she had decided to leave, while he spent yet a few more days at the weyr, deciding.
It was evening now, Rukbat having just fallen past the edge of the horizon, and the sky lingered with tones of sunset. Fros was out, slinging her last light-traveling-pack on the makeshift saddle Frosk would wear to carry them both back to the caravan. It was early for the wher, and she was blinking her eyes a lot, in tiredness rather then pain, and yawning. Favario stood beside them, looking somewhat forlorn as he watched his sister prepare to leave.
Once she was done with her preparations, Fros got atop her wher and settled herself in the makeshift saddle, getting comfortable in the uncomfortable piece of tack. Whers weren't conventionally meant for riding, and though it wasn't bad for them, it wasn't comfortable either. She glanced down at her brother, "You have the marks I gave you?"
Favario nodded, looking a touch sullen.
"Good. Remember. You've two more days to decide. The caravan is slower then a runner, so if you want to join us, buy one and catch up to us. Past two days, and you'll just have to wait until we come 'round again."
Favario nodded again, still looking forlorn.
"And don't pout like that. Do what you must. You'll see me again, regardless." That was Fros's goodbye- she was never one for sweet words. With that, she stroked Frosk's neck and the wher yawned one last time, before turning and plodding away, out of the weyr. Favario watched them until they were out of sight, as the evening grew darker above him, orange fading to that strange orange-blue that would soon succumb to complete black.
Once he couldn't see her anymore, Favario turned around and sighed, wandering aimlessly around the weyrbowl. He had an important decision to make, and not enough time to make it.
Where Conyrsk's? a bright green wher grumbled to herself as she made her way out of the entrance to the weyr. She was a cheerfully light almost mint green in color and like most of her rank long and lean. Conyrsk is definitely built more for speed and sharp turns than stamina like her gold sisters. That doesn't bother her one little bit though because you see, she's the one who will rule the weyr one day.
Or so she tells herself.
Conyrsk and hers were supposed to be running patrols tonight. It wasn't something new to the pair since they'd been together all of Conyrsk's three turns. There was only one little problem on this particular night. Her handler wasn't where he normally met her for patrols. So Conyrsk was having to search for her handler.
Silly blind human. Too much trouble. she grumbled to no one in particular. Suddenly a new scent reached her nose. It was then she noticed the boy wandering around the weyrbowl. His scent was familiar somehow. Then she smelt Frosk and realized where she knew the boy's scent. She'd smelled it on Frosk and Frosks when she'd met them. She wondered why the boy wasn't with the other wher and handler. Curiosity compelled her to approach the boy. Why she wasn't completely sure. So with this mindset she approached Favario and fell into step beside him.
Lost boy need help? Where Frosk and Frosks? She spoke suddenly after walking beside him silently for a moment.
Even with the familiarity with whers that living in a weyr gave many people, most would still be surprised to suddenly have a fearsome-looking green creature suddenly fall into step beside them. It was only Favario's long familiarity with Frosk that didn't cause him to yelp aside in sudden fear. If she'd've wanted to hurt him, he would already be hurt. So, he figured the wher had a perfectly good reason for being there, and walked along in silence beside her for a moment, before she surprised him by speaking.
That he wasn't as used to. The whers he knew-- which was to say, Frosk-- was of a more quiet bent. In fact, he frequently wondered if his sister's green knew much of the pernese language, or if she was simply silent for the sake of being silent. Conyrsk's voice did make him jump, but he recovered quickly, and looked at her curiously.
"Um," He answered first, helpfully. Then he blinked and started again. "Er, I'm not lost. Just.. not really going anywhere in particular." He sheepishly glanced around, and added. "Fros and Frosk left. They weren't staying, just passing through. They'll be back in a turn or so." He sighed, deeply, and added, "I don't know if I'm staying either. I have to decide."
Just like him to ramble to a stranger, and to a wher, no less. He looked closely at the green, and then grinned. "You know, I don't think I've met you? And I didn't know you could talk. I'm Favario. Well met."
Perhaps some pernese would scoff at the fact that Favario was so enthusiastically introducing himself to a wher, but Favario had been around wherkin long enough to know and respect their intelligence.
Conyrsk snorted with amusement at the boy's reaction to her voice. Oh yes she enjoyed playing with humans a lot. This one amused her greatly too which was another plus. She canted her head curiously as the boy answered her questions. So he wasn't lost and Frosk and Frosk's had left. Well the latter was disappointing since Conyrsk had enjoyed having another green to bring to her side even though Frosk hadn't been much of a talker.
Lost boy silly. Whers talk. How else let handlers know when hungry? she replied matter-of-factly. She could sense that the boy was unsettled and guessed that it had something to do with the other green and her handler leaving. She gave an amused rumble at the boys introduction.
Conyrsk glad to meet Silly Boy. she responded and seemed about to say more when suddenly she paused glancing away from Favario. A warm croon vibrated through her throat as a young man approached them. He looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. Shaggy dirty-blonde hair brushed just past the tops of his ears and dark blue eyes stared vacantly ahead of him. The young man was dressed simply in a tunic and trousers with boots on his feet and a jacket slung over his shoulder. Pale scars were visible on his lower arms A warm smile flickered across the young man's face as he approached Favario and Conyrsk.
"I hope she wasn't giving you too much trouble." the young man spoke. Conyrsk snorted in an offended manner.
Conyrsk's not trouble. Conyrsk helping Silly Boy. the green grumbled though she rubbed her head against the young man's back affectionately like an overgrown cat. Conyr simply shook his head slightly running a hand down the green's side as he turned toward Favario his eyes not quite focusing on the young man.
"I'm Conyr by the way. I see you've met Conyrsk already." he spoke his tone open and warm. A rumbling hum vibrated Conyrsk's throat as her tail snaked around Conyr's feet.
Favario considered Conyrsk's point for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." He smiled at the wher sheepishly for a moment, glancing back the way Fros and Frosk had left, and shook his head. "I guess it just didn't occur to me. Frosk isn't very talkative." The last he said in a bit of an overstated whisper, as if it were some kind of secret-- but there was a wide grin on his face.
That grin grew wider when the wher announced she was pleased to meet him. "I'm glad to meet you, too, Conyrsk- so far, all the whers i know have been good company."
The croon alerted him to Conyr's approach, and Favario look at the man just as soon as he appeared. "Nice to meet you, Conyrsk's-- I mean, Conyr. She was no trouble at all." He nodded his head in the direction of the weyr exit, "She found me wandering and was good enough to give me some company, after my sister and her wher left."
Conyr nodded smiling slightly. His head was tilted just a tad and his eyes didn't quite seem to focus on Favario.
"That's Conyrsk for you. She's very sociable." the greenhandler agreed and his expression turned slightly sympathetic when Favario mentioned his sister leaving. "I'd heard she was leaving." he murmured softly and fell silent for a moment. "You know, you might want to consider staying in the weyr as a candidate. Granted its a tough job and you'd be away from your sister but the rewards are worth it." he added. If Favario wanted to stay then Conyr would point him to the Candidate Master but if the boy decided not to then Conyr wouldn't press. Conyr wasn't the demanding type at all though something told him that Favario would make a good candidate. Whether for a dragon or wher he wasn't sure.
Silly Boy stay. Become candidate. Get silly flyer. Conyrsk ordered and grumbled at the mental rebuke she received from her handler. It was the boy's decision and they could only offer a solution seeing as it was up to the boy anyway. Conyr wouldn't purposefully separate family anyway and besides that's the last thing he wanted to do.
Favario didn't quite make the connection right away. "Become a candidate? For what, whers?" he repeated, as if the thought hadn't occurred to him. He'd thought about staying at the weyr before this, but it hadn't really occurred to him that candidacy was an option.. which, now that the man mentioned it, it was. Faranth, this was a weyr- they always took in people his age to be candidates, now that he thought about it-- candidates for dragons. Sillier fliers, as the wher had said. At that thought, his face brightened up, and he made the connection, "Oh! Candidates for dragons?" This thought was especially exciting-- who hadn't dreamed of flying in the air on dragonback as a child. "I never even thought of that." Clearly.
The thought that he would have to be away from his sister made him pause, glancing out the entrance to the weyr and frowning slightly, and then he seemed to come to a decision and shrug. "Well, it wouldn't be that bad. I love my sister, but." he shrugged, "She travels with the caravan, and sometimes I just want to be home," He shrugged, and then added. "I do gruntwork when I travel anyway. Hey, thanks for this idea." His manner changed abruptly at the last sentence, and he stopped musing to himself and looked at Conyr and Conyrsk once again, his face full of unrestrained enthusiasm.
To Conyrsk specifically, he saluted. "Yes, madame green Conyrsk! I will gladly become a candidate." he grinned widely, and added, "And get a silly flier. Maybe. If they like me."
A thought seemed to occur to him, and he frowned, looking at Conyr. "But, ah. How do I become a candidate?"
Good boy. Still silly boy, but good. Conyrsk spoke rumbling happily her tail twitching slightly. Conyr could practically see the waves of pride coming off the green. A smile lit the greenhandler's face as Favario agreed to become a candidate. He nodded as the boy spoke.
"You're welcome." he replied and added, "You'll need to see the Candidate Master. The office is at the back end of the Candidate barracks. I wish you luck young man." Conyr did think Favario would do well with the lessons. Even if he didn't impress it would build character, teach him patience. He was going to keep an eye on this kid.
Favario considered this, looking across the bowl to the candidate barracks. Well, that certainly seemed strait-forward enough. He turned back, and gave a huge grin to Conyr and Conyrsk. "Thank you both!" he said, with complete sincerity, "I really appreciate it."
He thought for a moment, and then decided that the best thing to do would probably to go right then, and make his wish to be a candidate known. It was early evening, but perhaps he could still catch the candidate master, should the master be working late, or something. "Perhaps they're still in there? I think I'll go check, as soon as I've wished you both good night."
"So, thank you very much again, and It was really good to meet you, Conyr and Conyrsk! Have a good night for the both of you." He might as well have been wriggling with eagerness, when he said the words, but to his credit he kept himself mostly still.
The thought occurred to him, too, that he might be the only candidate to say that he'd been searched by a green wher. Perhaps not in the traditional sense of the word 'search', as used by most candidates-- but a green wher had totally told him to stand for one of the silly flying things, and pointed him in the right direction to do so. So. He'd been searched by a wher. Awesome.
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